Marching On
by Therm
Summary: Updated! Chapter 7 up! Hawkeye gets some bad news from home. R&R please.
1. A Letter

**Title:** Marching On  
**Summary:** Hawkeye receives some bad news from home.  
**Notes**: I had this idea after watching the episode 'Period of Adjustment' (S8), but the original idea has changed quite a bit. This does take part after that episode.  
The title is from the song 'American Trilogy' by Elvis Presley.  
**Warnings:** Not the happiest story ever. Possible minor character death (meaning someone's life is in danger, but I'm not telling you if they'll die or not!).

**1. A Letter**

Hawkeye and BJ made their way across the compound after a long shift in the OR. Charles had gone straight on duty in post op.

"I'm about ready to hit the sack." BJ commented, stretching.

"I think I need a drink before I turn in." Hawkeye said, voice laced with tiredness.

"Ugh, it's too early to drink." BJ said, even if he didn't believe it himself. Plenty of times they'd started drinking earlier than this. He checked the time on his watch. It was later than he thought, almost midday already. They'd been in OR longer than he thought they had. They walked through the doors, politeness something that had died here a long time ago. "Can you imagine working a regular shift at a hospital or surgery after this?" BJ said, thinking about what seemed to be a hard shift before he was over here.

"Yeah I know, it'd be heaven... Oh, I see the trusty mail man has been in." Hawkeye said, spying a letter on BJ's bunk as he made his way over to the still. He peered back round and saw a letter on his own bunk.

BJ sat down on his bunk, picking up the letter. "From Peg." He said. He started to open it as Hawkeye made his way to his bunk and picked up his letter.  
Hawkeye took a sip of his Martini before putting it down so he could open his own letter. He didn't recognise the writing on the front.

After opening it he read the hand written letter.

_Dear Benjamin, _

_This is Mrs Anderson. I hope you remember me, I live opposite you and your father's house.  
__I'm afraid I'm writing with bad news. Your father's been taken ill. It's quite serious. __He was talking to myself and my husband when it happened and we took him to hospital straight away. _

_I've been to the hospital to see him and his doctor told me he suffered a serious stroke. I'm afraid I don't have a lot of other details just yet. I am trying to visit him as often as I can, every 2-3 days.  
I will write you as soon as there's an update for you._

_I wish I had been able to write with better news.  
__Marjorie Anderson._

Hawkeye spent the next few minutes just reading the words over again, especially the words 'serious stroke'. He wondered how serious it was. How badly he was suffering.

"Hey, Erin's just starting to put her words together." BJ said proudly, cutting through the deafening silence that seemed to have swamped Hawkeye.

"That's great." Hawkeye managed, hoping he kept any feelings out of his voice. BJ made no other comment, and Hawkeye glanced at him to see he was absorbed in his letter from home. Emotions swirled through Hawkeye, of his dad being helpless and alone. Getting up suddenly, he made his way to the door, taking the letter with him.

"I thought you were tired?" BJ said, unaware of Hawkeye's upset.

"No I'm fine." Hawkeye mumbled not stopping as he left the tent and BJ behind.

TBC

**A/N:** I already have several chapters of this written. I'll try and update regularly.

_**Feedback much appreciated xxx.** _


	2. Not Quite Right

**2. Not Quite Right**

"This looks bad." Potter said as the doctors performed triage on the wounded that rolled in. "Take a look Pierce."

Hawkeye made his way over to the soldier. He inspected the wounds and assessed what he'd need doing. "Charles, I got your first patient here." Hawkeye called across to the other doctor.

Charles just finished checking on another man, and after giving the orders to a nurse, he made his way across. "I see you're giving me the cases you can't handle, Pierce." Winchester said, as he started to examine what he'd be getting in a few moments.

"Right Charles." Hawkeye replied, making his way off to check on another wounded man.

A frown appeared on Winchesters face as he inspected the man in front of him. "Why didn't he take him, this isn't anything Pierce can't handle?" He asked the Colonel who was still there as well.

"Good question." Potter replied. "Get this man in there now." He yelled at passing Corps men.

Winchester left to see if there were any others he needed to attend to. Potter made his way over to Margaret. "I want you to work with Captain Pierce, keep an eye on him." He instructed.

"Why, is something wrong?" Margaret asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Potter replied.

-()-

After several hours in surgery, the Hawkeye, BJ and Colonel Potter made their way across to the Mess tent. After they all got a cup of coffee, they sat at a table together.

Hawkeye tiredly rubbed his eyes. "Business is far too good for my liking right now."

"I'll second that." Potter said. "You were pretty quiet in there today Pierce."

"I'm too tired to talk." Hawkeye said.

"That's you're own fault. You should have gone to bed when I did after the last session." BJ said.

Hawkeye shrugged a little. He didn't want to argue a mute point.

The doors to the Mess tent opened and Corporal Klinger entered. He spotted the group of doctors and made his way over. "Captain Pierce I have a call for you."

All traces of tiredness seemed to leave his body at that moment as he shot up. "Thanks Klinger." He said, leaving the table and the Mess tent.

Potter waited until Hawkeye was way out of sight before he spoke again. "Hunnicutt, anything up with Pierce?"

BJ looked a little surprised by the Colonel's question. "No, why?"

"He's not quite himself, but I can't for the life of me put my finger on it."

"Sorry Colonel, I've not noticed anything. Mind you, most of today I've been sleeping so I've not seen much of him. What's he done that's strange?" BJ asked, curious.

"Passed off a case to Winchester."

"A tough one?"

"Nothing he can't handle. It was a tricky one, but Pierce has done it before. Why's today so different?"

BJ was quiet a moment thinking. "I'll talk with him later. See if I can find anything out."

Klinger strolled back in the Mess tent just then. "Hey Klinger, over here." BJ called.

The clerk made his way over to the two officers. "What's up?"

"Do you know who Hawkeye's phone call is from?"

"No sir, he asked me to leave before he'd take it. It was a lady from Maine though."

The two looked at each other quizzically. "The plot thickens."

**TBC**

**_A/N: Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter._**


	3. Silent Answers

**A/N: Thanks to the readers and reviewers. **

**3. Silent Answer**

By the time BJ got back to the Swamp, Hawkeye was already there.  
He was sitting on his cot, a look of sadness on his face which he did his best to conceal.

BJ went and poured out two glasses of their home made gin and sat on the chair between his and Hawkeye's cot. He noticed Charles was absent from the room now, which he was pleased about. He offered a glass to Hawkeye which he took and drank straight down.  
BJ knew that there was something bothering his friend.

"What's wrong Hawk?" He asked, setting aside his own glass, more concerned about what was on his mind.

Hawkeye shook his head dismissively, not wanting to discuss it with BJ.

"Come on, there's something bugging you and you're doing your best to not talk about it. You know that won't do any good."

"Neither will talking about it." Hawkeye said. "Look BJ, I'm beat. I just wanna get some sleep, okay?"

"Fine. Just remember I'm here if you wanna talk." BJ said.

Hawkeye made no futher conversation, instead he just laid back on the cot, turning over so he was facing away from BJ.

BJ felt frustrated. He checked the time. He was due in post op in about 20 minutes. Tonight seemed like a great time to go a little early.

-()-

Charles was making his way back to the Swamp. He'd spent the rest of the evening after surgery at the Officer's club, enjoying a drink and Maragret Houlihan's company.

The Swamp was in darkness when he got there. Turning on the light that hung over his bunk, he was surprised to see Pierce sitting on his cot, a pitcher of Martini next to the cot and a glass in his hand. There was an air of vacancy about Pierce, like he was there in body but not in mind. He looked hollow.

"You alright, Pierce?" Charles asked, keeping his voice neutral. He felt that there might possibly be a genuine reason to worry about Pierce right now. He hadn't seemed himself today, although he could just be having a bad day. Tomorrow he could be the same, annoying man he always was.

"Don't concern yourself with me, Char-Charles." Hawkeye slurred, indicating to Charles just how much he'd drunk.

"I'm not concerned about you as much I am for my own well being. I don't want to awaken to you vomitting all over me."

Hawkeye mumbled something, not a word, but a sound. After a few moments he had more to say. "Turn the light off when you're done." He flopped backwards so he was laying down. Charles saw some of the Martini slosh out of his glass as he made the movement. Charles was about to change out of his fatigues and get some rest, but he didn't like the idea of leaving Pierce there drinking all night. Going over and talking to the other man wasn't his ideal solution either, so he decided he'd get Hunnicutt to sort his tent mate out. Turning the light back off, Charles headed across the camp and into post-op.

Inside he saw BJ sat at the desk set up inside the room, filling in some of the usual paperwork that accompanied the job.  
Charles had no intention of dancing around the subject matter. He intended to get to the point as quickly as possible.

"Hunnicutt, would you saunter over to that pit, and sort out your intoxicated friend."

BJ looked at Charles a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "What? Charles if Hawkeye wants to drink I'm not going to stop him."

"I wouldn't be here asking you to stop him from drinking. It's gone into excessive drinking."

"He's that bad?" BJ asked.

"He's not 'that good'" Charles said. "I'll stay here until you're sorted."

BJ made his way out of post op and across to the Swamp. As he opened the door, his immediate thought was that Hawkeye had left as the tent was in darkness, but he made out the shape of Hawkeye on the bunk. He went over to his own bunk and turned that light on. If Hawkeye had fallen asleep he didn't want to wake him up. Once he turned on his light he peered across and looked at his best friend. Hawkeye was still awake, his eyes gave away his exhaustion and he was way past just being drunk. It wasn't the normal drunk they got just to get through a tough day, this was past that. This was the next level.

"Hawk, you alright?" He asked, sitting on the edge of Hawkeye's cot. All he got was a muffled response. "You need to throw up?"

"Nah." Came Hawkeye's faint response.

BJ looked over at the still. It was looking a lot lower than the last time he'd seen it. A hell of a lot lower. "You need to get some sleep."

"Don't tell me what to do." Hawkeye protested. "I'm... I am the chief of surgery."

"I know. We're not operating now though and you haven't been to sleep for over 24 hours, so lets get some shut eye, huh? We need to get this drink out of your system before we get any wounded."

"Wounded have been and gone." Hawkeye said. "They're all at Portland General now."

"Where's that?"

"Back 'ome." Hawkeye said, his drunken state making the words harder to get out.

"Anyone else there?" BJ asked, feeling that Hawkeye's intoxicated state was helping to loosen his grip on what he was keeping so close to his chest.

Hawkeye looked skywards like he was thinking who it was. "Someone who can talk and walk.. who-who _could_ walk and talk and now maybe can't."

"Who's that?"

"You're the one who cursed them, you should know. You always..." Hawkeye stopped speaking and looked around confused for a moment before he continued "..you think you are the only one who's... who is missin-ing their family. But you're wrong."

"You miss your dad?" BJ asked.

A darkness came over Hawkeye after BJ said that. "I don't want to talk to you." He turned over on the cot and it creaked with the movement.

BJ gave Hawkeye a moment before he got up and walked over to where Hawkeye now faced. He was infront of Hawkeye again.

"Hawk, is it your dad?" BJ asked, genuine concern for the elder man clear.

Hawk closed his eyes tighter against BJ's words, but he couldn't stop the tear that leaked from behind the tightly shut lids.

BJ got his answer.

TBC

**A/N: Apologies for the probably poor drunken Hawkeye. I'm not great with writing very drunk people!**


	4. Nothing Certain

**Again,** thanks for the reviews. Much appreciated.  
This one's not as long as the last chapter, and probably not as dramatic, but it gets the story on the right path!

**4. Nothing Certain**

Colonel Potter walked into the Mess tent, getting himself some of the sludge that passed for breakfast. He took a strong cup of coffee with him and went and sat down at the table where Winchester was seated.

"Morning Major." Potter said cheerfully.

Charles looked up from his own tray of food to greet the CO of the 4077th. "Colonel."

"What happened to you?"

"Beg your pardon?"

"You look like hell son. No offense."

Charles laughed dryly. "This 'look' comes from spending the whole night covering Hunnicutt's post op shift."

Frowning, Potter asked "Well why in the blazes were you covering for Hunnicutt?" The Colonel didn't like his officers shrinking away from their duties.

"Pierce was out of sorts last night so I sent Hunnicutt over to..." Charles searched for the right word "comfort Pierce. Although, I did intend for him to come back, which he didn't." Charles said, with his usual annoyed tone.

"And what was wrong with Pierce that he needed a babysitter?" The Colonel asked, his temper raising a little more.

"I have no idea. But he was not himself." Charles said, sincerely, watching as the Colonel's expression softend.

Potter looked thoughtful for a minute of two. "Maybe I should go check up on those two." He mused.

"No need, Colonel. Hunnicutt is heading this way." Charles said, looking past the CO.

The Colonel looked round to see BJ coming into the Mess tent. He wore a solemn look on his face that the Colonel didn't like. BJ got himself a coffee before joining his fellow surgeons.

"What in the heck is going on with Pierce?" Potter asked, noticing that BJ looked as tired as Charles.

"I'm not 100 sure, Colonel." He sighed heavily.

"That's not filling me with reassurance." The older man said honestly.

"If someone can fill me up on reassurance, I'll be glad to pass it on to you, Colonel."

"What _do_ you know then?" Potter asked, feeling like he was going round in circles.

"I know for sure he got very, very drunk last night. Worse than I've ever seen him. And I think it's about his father, but I don't really know. He was very drunk and didn't make a whole lot of sense. But he got upset when I talked about his dad."

"I take it he's sleeping off the hangover of his life?" Charles said.

"I sedated him." Both Charles and Potter were surprised by that statement. "He was winding himself up so much and wouldn't let up drinking. I thought he needed to calm down and get some rest."

Potter nodded. "Good call, Hunnicutt." He said, hearing the man's prognosis on Hawkeye's condition the nigth before.

BJ continued. "The still was practically empty. After he was out I drained it completely and got rid of the last drops. And Charles, that bottle of whiskey you got I locked in my foot locker. I didn't want any temptation just laying around in there."

"Thank you." Winchester said, knowing it was an act to help Pierce, not himself, but he still benefited from it.

"Okay, I'll take his shift in post-op. You two should get some rest."

TBC.


	5. Venting

**5. Venting**

It was late in the afternoon before Hawkeye showed any signs of stirring.

BJ and Charles were both in the Swamp. Neither of them had left much and if one did leave, the other stayed put. Charles managed to make his stay in the Swamp natural. He seemed to never run out of things to do, but for BJ, all he was waiting for was Hawkeye to wake up so he could see how his friend was doing. He would occasionally try and do something, like write a letter, read a book but always ended up leaving it in favour of pacing of watching Hawkeye sleep.

He was relieved when he noticed the change in Hawkeye's breathing pattern and knew that he'd friend was rousing.

"What time is it?" Hawkeye asked, awake, but not opening his eyes just yet.

BJ looked at his watch. "Almost 2pm"

Hawkeye opened his eyes and slowly sat up, pushing the blanket the covered him off in a heap. "There's a terrible taste in my mouth, I feel like I ate Korea." Hawkeye said.

"Well you almost drank it." BJ corrected.

"Ah, that explains it." Hawkeye said. He got dressed before he stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna get some coffee, coming?" He asked BJ.

"Yeah, why not." BJ said, getting up and joining his friend. "Charles?" BJ offered.

"Thank you, no. I'd much rather have some peace and quiet." Charles said. "Ah, but Pierce, you may want to stop in with Colonel Potter and thank him for covering your shift."

"Oh." Hawkeye said as he realised that he had missed a shift by now. "Yeah, I'll go do that. Thanks."

BJ and Hawkeye made their way across to the Mess tent. "How you feeling today?" BJ asked, opening the door to the Mess tent "Hungover?"

"Oh no, I feel great." Hawkeye said, jokingly. He poured out two cups of coffee for himself and BJ before they made their way over to a table.

Once they sat down, BJ pushed futher. "Seriously though Hawk, you feel okay?"

Hawkeye nodded "I just needed to vent, I guess." He explained.

BJ gathered Hawkeye still didn't want to talk about what had upset him so much, so he knew there was little more he could do for him at the moment. He hoped that it had just been a bad day for Hawkeye yesterday.

"I guess I best go grovel to the Colonel." Hawkeye said, getting up and taking his cup with him.

-()-

"Colonel?" Hawkeye asked as he poked his head round the office door.

"Ah, Pierce, come in." Potter said to the surgeon who was being unusually backwards in coming forwards. He did just that, standing behind the chair rather than taking a seat.

"I just wanted to apologies for not being sober enough to cover my own shift. I'll make sure I take your next one."

"Sit down, Pierce." Hawkeye did, looking a little reluctant to do so. "Everything alright now?" Potter asked. He saw Hawkeye look thoughtfully for a few seconds before answering.

"I was just having one of those days yesterday. I just let things get to me."

"Okay, happens to all of us. Don't beat yourself up over it."

"No. I'm gonna go and take over for Charles in post op." Hawkeye said. He looked at the clock in the room. "He's just started his shift, so I can at least have one less debt to pay."

Potter nodded. "Just don't try and cover all our shifts today, Pierce."

"No I wouldn't do that." Hawkeye said, leaving the room.


	6. Just Passing By

**A/N: **After the short, boring chapter that was number 5, I bring you this fresh, exciting chapter known as 6. May you enjoy it as much as it enjoys itself. Don't forget to send it some love. xxx

**6. Just Passing By**

Things had settled back down to normal at camp. Hawkeye had more or less returned to his old self and had made up the shifts he'd missed due to his drunken state.

He wasn't aware of the conversation he had with BJ that night. He didn't remember drinking as much as he did from the still, so BJ had assumed that he wouldn't remember the fact that he'd sedated him, even though Hawkeye hadn't really been aware of it at the time. As weird as it felt to do it, BJ kept quiet about it. Only Charles and Potter knew about it and he knew that neither would say anything.

Corporal Klinger made his way across the camp to the Swamp. Potter had asked him to get Pierce over to see him straight away and as always he aimed to please.  
Inside, Charles Winchester sat dictating a letter to his parents. He stopped abruptly when Klinger came in, stopping the recording.

"Klinger, don't you knock." Charles said angrily.

"Sorry Major, I just came to get the Captain." He explained. He turned to Hawkeye's bunk, where he lay sleeping. "Captain Pierce?" He said. When Hawkeye didn't stir, Klinger got closer, shaking the tired surgeon awake.

"What?" He asked.

"Sorry to wake you Sir, but Colonel Potter wants to see you." Klinger picked up Hawkeye's boots and passed them to him.

Hawkeye pulled the boots onto his feet and stood up and followed Klinger across to the office. Klinger took Hawkeye all the way inside and announced his presence to the Colonel, as if his apperance wasn't obvious enough.

"Take a seat Pierce, I'll be right with you." Potter said, stepping outside with Klinger. "I want you to hold any interruptions. No one, under any circumstance comes through those doors. Got it?"

"Sounds serious." Klinger said, not liking the sound of it. "I'll make sure you're left alone, Sir, but what about a medical emergency?"

"Let Winchester handle anything. I only want to be disturbed if the Chinese are making their way over here or we get a bus load of casualties in."

"Yes sir." Klinger said. Returning to his work as his CO headed back into his office.

He closed the door behind him before making his way back behind his desk. "Sorry about that." He said. He took a bottle of whisky from one of his drawers and two glasses and poured out the liquid. He pushed one across the desk towards Hawkeye and left the other in front of him. He couldn't bring himself to look at Pierce just yet.

He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry to say I got some bad news for you, Pierce."

Hawkeye was watching the Colonel carefully. He guessed that someone at the hospital had decided it was time to contact their patients family. He didn't say anything, couldn't really find the words. He just hoped that the Colonel would respect his wishes and let this matter stay private. He didn't want everyone knowing about his father's poor health.

"I received a call from Portland General Hospital a few minutes ago. Your father had been taken in after suffering a serious stroke." Potter looked at Pierce for the first time then, saw his blue eyes watching him carefully. He had to look away again. "I'm sorry son, he just passed away."

"He.." The sentence he was going to say dried up before he could speak it. Hawkeye was stunned, couldn't believe what he'd heard. He wanted to deny what Potter had said, but the words just wouldn't come to him. The silence stretched out a long time.

"Did you know he was ill?" Potter asked, taking into account Hawkeye's recent strange behaviour.

Hawkeye pulled a piece of paper from his top jacket pocket and passed it over to his CO. The Colonel noticed the slight tremble of Pierce's hand. He glanced to Pierce and saw the pure grief on the mans face. Thinking about how Hawkeye always tried to control his sadness. He didn't like to get upset but this was something greater than he usually had to deal with. It was consuming him.  
He looked away from Hawkeye's grief stricken face.  
Down at the letter in his hands.  
It was worn, obviously Pierce had kept it on him since he'd received it. Potter read the note from the neighbour of Pierce's. This must have been gnawing at Hawkeye for while.

He wanted to know why they had never been contacted. As next of kin, Pierce should have been called about this. He'd have to check with Klinger later to make sure he hadn't passed a message onto Pierce without him knowing. Otherwise, he's be placing a very angry phone call to the hospital.  
Potter realised that Hawkeye hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Is there anything I can do?" He asked, knowing how useless the gesture was.

Hawkeye numbly shook his head, as he stared at the window off to the right of the room.

"You can go whenever you want to." Potter said. When Hawkeye's gaze moved to him, he added. "You can also stay as long as you want. I'm just gonna be sitting here, busying myself with paperwork. It makes no difference to me." His tone was soft and kind. The Army side of him had gone and left behind the man. He could only imagine how hard it must be for Pierce right now.  
He had always been fond of him. He tried not to have favourites, but there's was something about Pierce he really liked. His honesty- he never pretended or tried to be anything than what he was. He also knew what his belief's were and stuck by them, please or offend. Potter admired that greatly. Someone who had the guts to stick by what they thought was right, whether or not it would get them in any kind of trouble, to him, was an admirable quality. His thoughts were interrupted by Hawkeye speaking.

"What if it's a mistake?" Hawkeye asked.

"Pierce..."

"It happens all the time. It's happened here. Who's to say they haven't made a huge mistake." Pierce said, a desperation in his eyes and voice that the Colonel couldn't deny. He knew that the chances of this being a mistake were incredibly slim, but he couldn't deny him that right to hold onto hope for just a little while. As long as he didn't let Pierce get the idea stuck in his head, he knew he'd have to make sure.

Inhaling deeply, Potter nodded. "Okay." He got up from his chair and went to the door. "Klinger, put a call through for me. I want to call Maine. Once you get the operator who can get me Maine, pass the call through to me."

"Yes Sir."

Coming back into the office, he spoke to Pierce. "Klinger's taking care of it. We'll have some one from there on the phone as soon as possible."

"Good." Hawkeye said.

TBC


	7. Plans

**7. Plans**

"Klinger, have you seen Hawkeye?" BJ asked the company clerk.

"He's in with Colonel Potter BUT there are no interuptions."

"Why, what's going on?" BJ asked, looking towards the door.

"No idea, sir. That's just what I've been told." Klinger held a look of sorrow, but also guilt. BJ knew Klinger at least had an idea of what was happening.

"Come on Klinger, you must have a clue."

Klinger looked at BJ with his big brown eyes. "I'm sorry." He knew he couldn't betray the trust he was given as the company clerk.

-()-

"Is that BJ I can hear?" Hawkeye asked.

"Yeah. He's just outside the office."

"How long have I been in here?"

"About two hours. He's probably come looking for you. I told Klinger to keep everyone out."

"I guess they're gonna find out sooner or later." Hawkeye said. He couldn't believe it had been two hours since he'd come in here. It must have been an hour ago that they'd got through to the hospital. That they confirmed what Potter had told him. That all this wasn't a horrible mistake, but it was in fact, all real and happening to him.

"You want me to handle that?" Potter asked. Hawkeye put his hand over his eyes as he leant his elbow on the desk.

"Yeah." Hawkeye couldn't imagine talking about this right now.

"Not everyone needs to know. I'll hold a small staff meeting later on and tell them then." Hawkeye nodded at that vaguely.

"Tell you what, I'll get Klinger to round up those folk; Hunnicutt, Winchester, Houlihan, Mulcahy and himself in the Swamp. I'll tell them then. And while I do that I want you to head over to my tent. Park yourself over there and I'll come by after I've finished. Or, if you want to see anyone else, I can send them over?"

"No, not tonight."

"Okay, then you spend the night in there. Some time alone to get your thoughts straight will do you some good. I don't want Hunnicutt smothering you. I'll take yor tent."

"Yeah okay." Hawkeye agreed. "You think... er. You think tomorrow morning BJ would... you think I could talk to him tomorrow morning?"

"Of course." Potter said. He didn't care if BJ was reluctant to see Hawkeye, he'd order him to see him if he had to. "Okay, I'll get the troops rounded up. Five minutes from now make your way to my tent? I'll bring your things over."


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